Okay, so the title of this post may be a tad misleading. The thing is . . . the thing is: by and large, I do not connect with road trip books. I know. But it's the honest truth. When it comes down to it, transportationally-dependent books in general are a wash for me. Outside of a number of epic quest novels (I mean, The Two Towers is my favorite Lord of the Rings book), if the entire thing is set in a carriage, on a boat, in a van, or astride a horse, I tend to steer clear. Because if I don't, the story and I get mad and start throwing things at each other. Interestingly, spaceships seem to be the exception to this vehicular rule. Perhaps when the characters and I are on a spaceship together, I'm removed enough from my own reality at that point not to be bothered. So bring on the space opera, sentient ships, and warp drive. It has ever been thus. I'm really not sure why I'm immediately put off by road trip narratives. It's not that I don't enjoy it wh...